Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
FallenAngle
Poem Published
Today 3:45am
Today 3:45am
Overdose
My legs are heavy but my steps are light
my head is loud but eerily silent,
A smile pinned in place on my face
you never could have known my thoughts were so violent,
and though with your love I got a taste of grace
tonight was the night I would end this fight.
I wanted to give you one last day
so when I'm gone you'll have seen my last smile
we talked about the nights we chased monsters away
about how we made our lives feel worthwhile
how we found each other when led astray
and I told you by you is where I'd always stay.
...
my head is loud but eerily silent,
A smile pinned in place on my face
you never could have known my thoughts were so violent,
and though with your love I got a taste of grace
tonight was the night I would end this fight.
I wanted to give you one last day
so when I'm gone you'll have seen my last smile
we talked about the nights we chased monsters away
about how we made our lives feel worthwhile
how we found each other when led astray
and I told you by you is where I'd always stay.
...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
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BlackBox
Black Box
Black Box
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:21pm
Yesterday 6:21pm
Unforgivable Time
My being is consumed with profound emotion.
I am at a crossroads with which I do not wish to proceed.
One path leads through a forest of sharp needles.
The latter; a darkened path through thick brush.
O Time, a fickle and unforgiving force.
If only I were thine Master;
Able to traverse the universe unknown.
Life unleashed without bounds.
The ability to revert,
To a time before.
No bounty is payment enough,
For such power, every being longs for.
Why do we live?
What is our purpose?
Fundamentally...
I am at a crossroads with which I do not wish to proceed.
One path leads through a forest of sharp needles.
The latter; a darkened path through thick brush.
O Time, a fickle and unforgiving force.
If only I were thine Master;
Able to traverse the universe unknown.
Life unleashed without bounds.
The ability to revert,
To a time before.
No bounty is payment enough,
For such power, every being longs for.
Why do we live?
What is our purpose?
Fundamentally...
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness #FeelingLost
#loneliness #FeelingLost
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LovelySoul89
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:32am
Yesterday 5:32am
Alone
I suffer a solemn
emptiness in the absence
of your presence.
I ponder deeply of your
whereabouts and
recent endeavors.
I become curious about your
well being and mental state.
I wonder if you're happy
where you are....
What did I do to make you go so far?
I sometimes wonder...
If there's something I could say
to make you come back...?
to make you stay...?
Is there something I can do,
to help you breathe?
Why do the ones I love most..
always leave?
Do I cause you to feel boxed in?
Could...
emptiness in the absence
of your presence.
I ponder deeply of your
whereabouts and
recent endeavors.
I become curious about your
well being and mental state.
I wonder if you're happy
where you are....
What did I do to make you go so far?
I sometimes wonder...
If there's something I could say
to make you come back...?
to make you stay...?
Is there something I can do,
to help you breathe?
Why do the ones I love most..
always leave?
Do I cause you to feel boxed in?
Could...
#anxiety
#love
#depression #loneliness
#depression #loneliness
19 reads
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Silent_Snowfall
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 8:13pm
26th Jan 2020 8:13pm
Sober
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#myself
17 reads
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louiseri
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 6:36pm
26th Jan 2020 6:36pm
untited .1
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
46 reads
8 Comments
Koda
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 3:04pm
26th Jan 2020 3:04pm
Shackles
The anchors sink.
I cant face my atrocities.
I'm ankle deep.
The shackles they are pulling at both my feet.
As I try to stand.
Buried in the sand.
The water keeps.
Rising, its consoling me.
Angel's speak,
Of the things that I have done.
I'm sorry.
I didnt make it right.
I wont have time tonight .
All these thing that I've done.
Were like smoke from a gun.
dissipate without a trace.
1 by 1 the tables turn.
They always said live an learn.
But I never learn.
Now ill speak.
The...
I cant face my atrocities.
I'm ankle deep.
The shackles they are pulling at both my feet.
As I try to stand.
Buried in the sand.
The water keeps.
Rising, its consoling me.
Angel's speak,
Of the things that I have done.
I'm sorry.
I didnt make it right.
I wont have time tonight .
All these thing that I've done.
Were like smoke from a gun.
dissipate without a trace.
1 by 1 the tables turn.
They always said live an learn.
But I never learn.
Now ill speak.
The...
#depression
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 4:22am
26th Jan 2020 4:22am
Jakartan Junkmail Jamboree
EAT at Joe's
(Kilroy
was
here)
special special special
F I R E sale
special special special
for One Day ONLY
exclusive
special
coupons for all The Lonely People
who come to
o u r
downtown store looking
f o r
LOVE LOVE LOVE....... ...
(Kilroy
was
here)
special special special
F I R E sale
special special special
for One Day ONLY
exclusive
special
coupons for all The Lonely People
who come to
o u r
downtown store looking
f o r
LOVE LOVE LOVE....... ...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#death
#consumerism
25 reads
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Stoney223
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 10:29pm
25th Jan 2020 10:29pm
DROWNING WITHIN THE VORTEX
Through deminsions of this life we will go through somethings that will turn our world around even upside down, leaving us feeling that we are slowly drowning in situations beyond our own control wishing that we were totally invisible to the world.
But yet as we have glimpses of lifes events, as we drift into the tunnel that swirls to an endless point...
But yet as we have glimpses of lifes events, as we drift into the tunnel that swirls to an endless point...
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #nightmares
#MentalHealth #nightmares
31 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 7:39pm
25th Jan 2020 7:39pm
The Knife Dance
Self mutilations are so beautiful in the ballroom.
The knife dances upon my skin.
with only I as its partner -
of course with a firm grip, I lead on.
With crimson footprints following us.
Now our dance has ended.
Down the forearm to the wrist
tears of joy run thick and red.
The knife dances upon my skin.
with only I as its partner -
of course with a firm grip, I lead on.
With crimson footprints following us.
Now our dance has ended.
Down the forearm to the wrist
tears of joy run thick and red.
#happiness
#depression
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
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SavageSin
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 8:50am
25th Jan 2020 8:50am
pavor nocturnus (Sleep terror)
Mind entrapped
by demons unknown,
slowly forcing themselves,
deep, into the soul.
Trashing life's conforts
against the wall;
pushing away those
who make your house a home.
Feeling alone amongst the crowds,
searching endlessly for something
you've never owned;
heat and chills inside your bones.
Restless days, sleepless nights,
violated, abused by terrific frights.
Confusing thoughts, searching games
of unnecessary people with no name.
You hurt inside as you lash out
to...
by demons unknown,
slowly forcing themselves,
deep, into the soul.
Trashing life's conforts
against the wall;
pushing away those
who make your house a home.
Feeling alone amongst the crowds,
searching endlessly for something
you've never owned;
heat and chills inside your bones.
Restless days, sleepless nights,
violated, abused by terrific frights.
Confusing thoughts, searching games
of unnecessary people with no name.
You hurt inside as you lash out
to...
#depression
#death
#MentalHealth
#confusion
#aging
35 reads
3 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 8:13am
25th Jan 2020 8:13am
In Reflection, Life's Not Too Bad
Written to Snow White - Balance Cooper
Top tier
Never drop tears
Even when depression stops here
I'mma keep on stepping, what fear?
No sweat on my head when I jog clear, of my demons
Leave 'em
Trailing in my wake
Used to be slave to the wake and bake
Now I pray, add plates to my weights and take
A minute break to meditate
Concentrate on what's at stake
All my problems washed away
And the cost to squash an 8 and blaze, my pockets taste
Now I got a lot of dosh saved
Had to get up off my prostate ...
Top tier
Never drop tears
Even when depression stops here
I'mma keep on stepping, what fear?
No sweat on my head when I jog clear, of my demons
Leave 'em
Trailing in my wake
Used to be slave to the wake and bake
Now I pray, add plates to my weights and take
A minute break to meditate
Concentrate on what's at stake
All my problems washed away
And the cost to squash an 8 and blaze, my pockets taste
Now I got a lot of dosh saved
Had to get up off my prostate ...
#depression
#strength
#redemption
#meditation
#determination
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efilPoet
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 5:13am
25th Jan 2020 5:13am
The Banshee
They heard the banshee's cry
Stricken with grief
It sounds as though she wants to die
Burying in her pillow so deep
They not know why she wails
Although death may come in suit
They see her white face pale
Then came the stoop
They tried to grasp her
But the disease in her mind held not loose
For she was a ghost trapped in solid
And she could not break through
(J)
Stricken with grief
It sounds as though she wants to die
Burying in her pillow so deep
They not know why she wails
Although death may come in suit
They see her white face pale
Then came the stoop
They tried to grasp her
But the disease in her mind held not loose
For she was a ghost trapped in solid
And she could not break through
(J)
#depression
#dark
#suicide
#ghosts
#MentalHealth
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4 Comments
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